She got married here. How happy her parents would be if they could see it. What they had always hoped for was that she would get married and have children as soon as possible. She didn't expect that her dream would come true in another place, but she would never see them again.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

An Jianjun saw that Feng Jiaojiao's eyes were wet and red, and guessed that she was missing her family, so he quickly pulled Feng Jiaojiao into the house.

"Mom, I'll take her inside to rest first. I'll come out to entertain the guests later."

"Well, go ahead, let her rest in the house. We are here outside." If the daughter-in-law is too beautiful and a bit attractive, it is better for her to stay in the house.

"Oh my, look at the third brother, he's so tired." Mrs. An complained.

"Okay, have you forgotten when you got married?" An Li rolled his eyes at his eldest daughter-in-law and walked away.

She also has to keep an eye on the kitchen to make sure she doesn't waste everything.

An Jianjun took the man to the room and said, "You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat."

He went to the kitchen to pick up some of the cooked dishes, put them in a large bowl, took out two steamed buns, and served them to his wife.

Feng Jiaojiao looked around her room. All her luggage was put away. She opened the wardrobe and saw her clothes neatly stacked there.

Not bad, very perceptive.

Feng Jiaojiao was no longer so resistant to her future life. At least this man was not bad. He knew how to do housework and was not a helpless old man who just sat there waiting for everything to be handed to him.

Men like An Jianjun are rare. He is the type who does more than he says. He doesn't say sweet words, but he will consider your feelings and take care of the other party as much as possible.

"You stay in the room and eat something. I'll go outside to entertain the guests." An Jianjun took a small kang table and put a bowl of vegetables and two steamed buns on it.

"Hey, wait, clothes...you packed them for me?"

"Well, what's wrong? Is it not to your liking?" An Jianjun thought that what he did was not to her liking.

Feng Jiaojiao quickly shook her head, "No...thank you!"

Hearing a faint thank you, An Jianjun smiled and said, "This is our home. I will try my best to share more of the burden so that you don't get too tired. Eat quickly, it will be cold soon."

After saying that, he went out to entertain the guests.

The educated youth Zhang Qiang was very proud of himself during this period.

Although he has completely broken up with his family, he will not regret it. Since there is no place for him in the family anymore, he will never go there again.

With the money he earned from the black market in his pocket, he believed he could give Jiaojiao a better life.

Zhang Qiang didn't know yet that he had lost the person he loved when he went home to visit his relatives because of his younger brother's wedding.

Zhang Qiang has always liked Feng Jiaojiao because the pampered aura in her is exactly what he desires. The more a person loses something, the more he will be attracted to someone who has such things.

Although Feng Jiaojiao is not a delicate person, she has a carefree personality and is honest with others and is never stingy.

As for the young educated youth, all the male ones liked to help her. One reason was that she was really pretty. Who doesn't like to look at pretty girls? But there are so many pretty girls, and not all of them are popular with the opposite sex.

Feng Jiaojiao would not think that it was natural for boys to help her just because she was a girl. She knew that she should repay their efforts. How could she not be liked? Even if she was a little spoiled and willful, she was still lovable.

Feng Jiaojiao would take out some meat coupons and cakes to supplement them from time to time. Knowing that they always took good care of her and treated them to delicious food, how could such a personality not be liked.

When Zhang Qiang arrived at Songshan Brigade, he found that there were so few people at the village entrance. Most of them were in groups of three or five, or about ten people in a group, sitting there chatting.

"Auntie, where has this person gone?"

"Oh, Zhang Zhiqing, you may not know yet. Tomorrow is the wedding day of Feng Zhiqing and the third son of the An family. Everyone is going to the banquet. I have to hurry up too!" The old lady took small steps towards the An family.

"What?"